Hellooo my good readers (: ! Welcome to fanfic number UNO. Never done this before... so don't hate, appreciate ;)

I'm not quite down with Chekov's accent, so, he speaks normally...mostly. Just imagine the accent for yourself, because I often find it hard to read when his words are all weirded. its not mY grammar that's bad..its Chekov's. So blame the Russian.

And I seriously am not sure if this is going anywhere. I lose my train of thought easily.

P to the S, I don't own Star Trek, or any witty disclaimers for that matter.

Apologies,

The Management.

This is basically a sort of intro.

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"So, who is it?"

"....I have no idea who or what you're talking about." mumbled the Chief Medical Officer on the USS Enterprise, and current victim of James T Kirk's nosey tendencies. He averted his eyes away from the Captain's and busied himself with checking a medical device on the opposite side of the room.

Jim Kirk observed from his seat in the sickbay, awaiting his regular checkup as his old friend stomped around the medical area, mumbling angrily about "idiotic questions" then, "unacceptable commitments to routine medical treatments".

Usually, the Captain was able to lie his way out of a trip such as this one, as he did not particularly enjoy being poked and prodded by doctors for half an hour only to find out that he was in perfect condition. This time however, McCoy had taken it upon himself to storm onto the bridge and drag the helpless Captain off to the sickbay, despite his pleas for the rest of the crew to help him. In the end, his 'faithful' crewmembers simply grinned at his plight, or in Spock's case, raised an eyebrow in response then continued with their work.

Due to the fact that he was very unhappy with his current position and the doctors involvement with it, Kirk had taken it upon himself to badger his CMO about his latest finding in the man's supposedly non-existent love life.

"Come on Bones, you know exactly what - OUCH!" he yelled as McCoy unceremoniously jammed a hypospray into his neck.

"Sometimes Captain, you need to keep out of my damn business. I don't need to tell anyone personal stuff about my life. Especially you. I've known you for years, and the minute I say something, the whole ship will be aware of it within minutes. You're like a teenage girl when it comes to gossip, Jim."

"So, you do admit that there's someone that's caught your eye!" Kirk said with a wink. "I bet it's that pretty Lieutenant down in engineering, eh? I saw you two exchanging glances in the mess hall last night; she seemed pretty interested in you." Grinning, Kirk jumped down from the examination table. "Am I done here?"

"Yes, you're done, now get the hell outta here Jim, and take your dumbass questions with you." McCoy shook his head angrily. "And no, I am not even the slightest bit interested in that blasted Lieutenant! She seems enough, sure, but the only reason I even took a second glance at her was to try and figure out what color her skin was under all that darn makeup."

Jim turned on his way out the door, "Weellll then, no need to get snappy with me Bones, I was just wondering. But now," he smirked, "I have a much better idea of who's got you so interested."

"What? - Jim, when the hell have I even suggested that I was interested in someone? Or is this just you making up bullshit for your own entertainment.... Like that rumor you started about Scotty sleeping in engineering!" McCoy unsuccessfully tried to push Kirk out the door.

"- That one's actually true though." Kirk said. "I've seen it myself. And you've been in a much better mood lately... you know, less PMS-ish. Except for now of course..So I had a hunch that somebody was involved. A friend's intuition is never wrong." Kirk smirked triumphantly.

"God damnit Jim! Just get out before I stun your ass and really give you a reason to be here!" The doctor yelled irritably and finally closed the door on the Captain, only to hear a snort of laughter ring out in the hallway after him.

"Damn nosey farmboy...."

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Back on the bridge, Ensign Pavel Chekov was not having a good day, and it wasn't because of the usual things that caused him to be unhappy. He hadn't fallen of a walkway in engineering (which happened way more than he cared to admit), the replicators in the mess hall weren't broken (oh, the horror), and he hadn't once even been cooed at or teased because of his accent (both of which were daily occurrences). No, in general terms, the day was going quite fine. The cause of his unhappiness was a simple comment made a few hours earlier by his best friend and fellow helm officer, Hikaru Sulu.

~a few hours earlier ~

"Mr. Sulu, plot a course to the Kardashien system, there's some cargo we need to drop off. A few of us will probably have to beam down onto Orthios for a short conference with the Ambassador as well. This whole trip shouldn't take longer than a few days, then we're back to Earth for some well-earned shore leave." Kirk smiled happily, "So, you all better be performing well and make this your best damn mission so far."

"Yeah, like we all don't bust our asses every single time," snorted Sulu from his place at the helm.

"Da, but the Keptin is probably just excited to finally go back home," offered the young navigator to his right, "We have been away for very long time, no? I look forward to the trip home as much as Mr. Kirk does"

"Of course, but-" The helmsman's reply was cut off by a stern-faced McCoy striding onto the bridge and grabbing the captain's arm, then proceeding to drag him out of his much-loved Captain's chair. Kirk grunted in surprise, trying to evade the almost matronly wrath of the Chief Medical Officer.

"Arghh, hey, easy there Bones, whats all this about?" exclaimed Kirk, feigning innocence.

"I think you know exactly why I'm here Jim. Two words: routine checkup. Which you've conveniently missed FOUR of these last few months." growled Bones, obviously winning the battle of strength and pulling Kirk across the bridge.

"Awwwh, you know, I had actually planned to come down for that later on today." Kirk attempted to pull away, but the doctor's grip remained firm.

"Shove it, Captain. You're coming with me now, because I know if I leave you to your own devices, you'd never enter the sickbay at all. So get off your ass and come with me." He accentuated these words by forcefully pushing Kirk over to the turbolift.

Kirk turned pleadingly to his crew, "Hey guys, help a brother out here..please?"

Uhura grinned from her console, "I don't think it would be wise for us to try and go against the doctor's wishes, Captain."

"Yeah, but don't worry, we'll remain here, 'performing well' as always," Sulu joked, "Enjoy yourself, sir."

The bridge crew laughed at their Captain's face as he was pulled into the turbolift. And Spock raised his eyebrow. Slightly.

"Fascinating."

Within seconds everyone had resumed work like nothing had happened, paying no notice to Kirk's absence. Meanwhile, Sulu and Chekov began their daily exchange of gossip as they maintained the pretence of working diligently at the helm.

"Have you noticed that Spock and Uhura haven't even looked at each other all day?" Sulu glanced to where the Vulcan sat on the other side of the room. "I think they've gotten into another row."

Chekov shrugged, "I do not notice or payed much attention the dynamics of Mr. Spock's relationship, Hikaru. I just assumed that the Commander was in bad mood. And even if he is mad, they will make up soon, no?"

Sulu shook his head, "Ughh, Pavel, you've got a lot to learn about relationships. Not everything is sunshine and rainbows."

A look of confusion passed over the Ensign's face "What is sunshine and rainbows have to do with Mr. Spock?"

The helmsman stared at his friend incredulously, "It's...a phrase Pavel. I just mean that a relationship, especially one like Spock and Uhura's is harder than it looks. Take it from me, before you find that out the hard way."

Now it was Chekov's turn to look surprised. He knew that relationships and interacting with others were not his forte, but now it was blatantly obvious that even his best friend doubted his dating experience. He stared hard at his console. It wasn't really his fault that girls were more interested in pinching his cheeks and squealing about how 'adorable' he was that going out to dinner with him. Not like things such as that really bothered him. He had never really taken an interest in girls, but this was beginning to scare him. Even the thought of being gay made him cringe. Having grown up in a very conservative, upper-class Russian family, Chekov had been raised to look down upon homosexuality of any kind. So, as a child, his father had tried to get him to date and become interested in as many rich, Russian aristocrats as possible, but none of them ever caught his eye. His family simply passed this non-interest off as Pavel's dedication to his schooling, and he only got away from the forced dates when he enrolled in Starfleet, and entered a new, not so narrow-minded world.

Now, he sat at the helm, lost in his thoughts. What if Hikaru already suspected he wasn't interested in girls? What if he was going to lose his best and first real friend? Or what if he was just being overly paranoid? These thoughts consumed him as he continued to absentmindedly press buttons on his console.

Yes, today was not going to be a good day for Pavel Andreivich Chekov.

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rachacha biznats ;) im playing zelda while writing this..... story of my sad, lame life..

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